I’m about two days from boarding my first ever airplane in over 20 years (which means my first flight ever, because I was 3-years-old on my first one, so I don’t remember anything about it), and I am just so anxious about it. What if I go to check-in and they tell me my seat isn’t actually confirmed, and Orbitz has been fucking with me the past six months?! What if I get some really bad seating partners?! What if they lose my luggage? This is so nerve-wracking.
And I realize that I haven’t even updated my blog yet, about how I graduated from a seven-year-long undergraduate career earlier this month. I’ve been so positively obsessed with the World Cup the past couple of weeks. Maybe I’ll do the next day or so. I’ll just have to get up really early today… In maybe six hours.
It’s late at night, and once again I am crafting a blog. A lot of people attribute these late night thoughts to why they have insomnia – me included. Tonight, I wonder to myself if my past couple of weeks have been a complete waste.
It’s 4AM, but a quick post before I go to sleep. Crazy happy dazzling day.
Officially confirmed to graduate. 100% confirmed! I have a convocation date! I have a graduation ceremony!
Sat on the Game of Thrones‘ Iron Throne for all of one minute, and just for that one minute, I felt like I was on top of the world. The #GoTExhibit at the TIFF Bell Lightbox was amazing! Thank you to HBO Canada for bringing it to Toronto! For free! Shout out to my friend Abby for inviting me!
Went to the Ryerson University Film Festival to support a friend’s contribution to a short film called Gramps, a cute zombie movie. Shout out to Filomena who is by far the most knowledgeable person I know when it comes to beauty products.
Ate a late 10:30 PM Korean food dinner. It was all fried ramen and rice cakes, and it’ll make my face puffy in the morning, but it was delicious.
And the extra cherry on top?
Came home to watch Toronto FC go into extra time against the Vancouver Whitecaps, and win 5-3 in a penalty shootout to head to the Voyageurs Cup final!
First day of the rest of my life, and I cannot sleep. Actually, that sentence sums up the last five or so years of my life pretty well. But tonight – or rather, this morning – I have a good reason for not being able to sleep.